My third child is zen. Most of the time. Every once in a while, she'll hit me when she's mad. She's also very tall. Much taller than her twin. She's a tiny zen giant who throws herself onto my lap with great zeal outside of her zen-ness. I tell her to wrestle with her big brother who is closer to her size than her twin. She's hilarious. I love my tiny, funny, zen, curly-headed giant one-year-old.
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